I Will Be A Diamond

I will write on the wind in invisible ink
cutting the foil stars out of the sky
making the paper snowflake chains

for the evergreens to which the bright birds fly
and gilding the pinecones
I will remember my first homes

and it will become so real
it will be all I feel and
Christmas to the fingertips

you will say how did she get that way
so that she doesn't know where she is
what day

if you say anything at all

you will say so small how would anyone notice
if she left the room
you will mean

if I leave the world
but oh, in the hand of God
I will be a diamond.

mary angela douglas 16 november 2017